kevin

No sooner had they displayed their disgust for men when they started lobbing darts at my toes. I grabbed my bag of peanuts and used them for self-defense as I ran from the scene of sadistic giggles. With the last romp over, I shook my head and dusted the dirt from my exterminator suit. Nothing could stop me now. I knew from previous examination that I was wearing my lucky “monkey business” underwear, and I also knew it was time for breakfast, an extremely fatty breakfast. When the lovingly-invisible monkey had retrieved my morning sustenance, I knew something was up. “Bad Monkey! Since when is an emu part of the insect family?” I asked scornfully. “Since they moved into the bug-field,” replied the naughty little monkey. “Since when is an emu part of the insect family?” I repeated with a little more force. “I’m sorry,” replied the cute, little, obedient monkey. He then clutched the tray and ventured back out into the bug-field. “Good monkey,” I commended, continually thumping my knife and fork down onto the breakfast-bench.= k is for kevinnn Home | Browse | Search | Invite | Film | Mail | Blog | Favorites | Forum | Groups | Events | Videos | Music | Comedy | Classifieds